FADEDstripe - SoulClan

[Enìɠмα]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,600,true][atrb=height,500,true]

[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Fadedstripe of the great SoulClan Age nineteen moons Gender male Rank warrior (possibly deputy, if the position is open) How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS dark tabby and my eyes are amber Scars A vertical scar runs down his right eye, the result of a small scuffle with an AspenClan warrior. However, it doesn’t affect his vision nor does it mar his good looks - in fact, it adds to them. Appearance short and scraggly fur —> cold in leafbare —> dusky, golden brown tom —> dark, murky stripes Beneath the chaotic mix of tabby stripes and swirls, Fadedstripe’s primary fur color is a dark shade of golden brown. A darker stripe, almost black, runs down his spine, broadening around his shoulders and on the base of his tail. However, instead of being a solid color, this stripe slowly fades into his pelt, almost appearing as if he had been smeared with coal-black ashes. Thinner stripes, shaped like bolts of lightning, seem to spread out of the dark band. They spiral around his body like serpents, fading away to almost nothing on his slightly paler chest and underbelly only to reappear again on the other side. Intricate tabby markings grace his forehead, giving him an almost regal appearance. Dark rings circle his legs and tail, another part of his tabby pattern. His paws are a similar color, making it appear as they had been dipped in ink. Queer marking circle his fierce amber eyes, the same faded color as his chest and underbelly. Fadedstripe’s pelt is short and scraggly, with fringes of unruly fur sticking up across his spine. If well groomed, his coat would be smooth and sleek, but Fadedstripe has never paid much attention to his appearance. He prefers to let his fur lay casually—the idea of his appearance pleasing someone repulses him, though he doesn’t mind catching the eye of a she-cat or two. Still, he has been known to properly groom himself on very rare, very special occasions. During Greenleaf, he experiences an uncomfortable breeze through his thin fur; during Leafbare, his winter coat is barely enough to keep him from freezing. As for his build, Fadedstripe is a rather muscular cat. Not large and bulky like some toms, but tough and supple. He is heavy enough to take a powerful blow and still manage to stay on his paws, yet light enough to move quickly in battle. His wiry frame allows him to perform astonishing feats of agility, leaping high over his opponents’ heads and striking them from above. Despite his deadly build, Fadedstripe prefers to use brain over brawn and is an excellent battle tactician. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M loyal AND proud Personality: Even before he became a warrior, Fadedstripe was an exceedingly well-known tom. With his good (yet scruffy) looks and various skills, he was (and still is) a hard tom to miss. But, although he has proved himself to be an exceptional warrior, most cats wonder how he managed to be accepted into the clan in the first place. After all, with his fickle personality and sometimes hot temper, Fadedstripe has always been a bit of a loose cannon - anyone could of seen that. And, though the young tom has proven himself capable of the position many times, some still question the leader’s decision. Despite these uneasy murmurings, Fadedstripe never questions himself and acts with the unwavering justice and nobility that he believes any good warrior should. If anything, loyalty and selflessness are Fadedstripe’s strongest traits. Once you are a friend of this young tom, you are a friend for life. There are no exceptions, no mincing of words. He takes no regard for his own safety, but if one of his friends are hurt his uncaring demeanor melts, leaving an intensely burning brand in its place. And when that happens, no enemy is safe. Fadedstripe is well aware of the fine line between justice and revenge and is cautious in battle when he feels a need for vengeance—he has violated that line only once before, and the results were highly unpleasant. For this tom has a dark side, a part of him that should never have existed, created by lies that should of never been told. He has his ambitions, of course, like anybody else, and one day he hopes to stand beside his leader as SoulClan deputy. Of course he does - as narcissistic as he is, he thinks he's supposed to have the best of everything. Or, at least, that's the image he manages to convey. With his usually gracious demeanor, it is hard to imagine Fadedstripe as anything but the gallant tom that he struggles to be. But he has his weaknesses, she-cats being one of them - he is a shameless flirt, but has never been devoted enough to sustain a serious relationship. Fadedstripe also believes that a cat, even as important as he, should be able to have a day or two off of his ‘grueling’ duties. There are plenty of cats that can take over for him, he reasons, so why shouldn’t he be able to have some time to spend relaxing? Despite his lax behavior, Fadedstripe has a way of manipulating others, influencing their actions to his benefit. Things tend to happen just the way he wants them to, and in time, who knows? Maybe, just maybe, his ambitions will be fulfilled. Preferences likes - company (especially that of a she-cat), sparring, hunting, greenleaf, warm weather, etc dislikes - AspenClanners, leafbare, cold weather, etc Secret Ambitions to become deputy, or maybe even leader - but that's a common ambition, is it not? Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths - strategy, battle, speed, determination, talking his way out of anything, loyalty, etc Weaknesses - keeping warm, staying focused during leafbare, holding grudges, fighting she-cats, etc How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Ringtail AND Marina Family Ringtail - father (deceased), SoulClan tom, Marina - mother (deceased), rogue Event that Lead to being a Warrior Nothing major, just fighting well in a little border scuffle between SoulClan and AshClan History Fadedstripe was born as “Stripe” in the alleyways of a Twolegplace not far from the home of the four clans, the only son of a rogue and a SoulClan tom. His father abandoned him and his mother, Marina, when he was a kit, leaving the two of them to fend for themselves. Life was hard—they lived in grime and filth, surrounded by cats that would rip out each others' throats for the tiniest scrap. Food was scarce and Marina gave what little she could find to Fadedstripe. The two of them were as close as mother and son can be and Fadedstripe adored her. His mother did the best she could to raise him, but by the time he was four moons old, the strain was too much for her. She sickened and died, leaving Fadedstripe to fend for himself. Alone in the world, Fadedstripe was forced to become like the thieving strays and scavengers that he had always despised, simply to survive. But he never truly became one of them; he was too noble for that. In the midst of the chaotic, wicked life of the strays, Fadedstripe managed to cling to his morality and personal views. But, by the time of his sixth moon, Fadedstripe decided that he had had enough. And with one last visit to his mother’s resting place, he left and never looked back. It wasn’t long before he stumbled upon a SoulClan patrol while trekking through the open moor. It was only natural that they tried to drive him off—rogues presented a great trouble to the clans, and this one looked dangerous. Likewise, it was only natural that Fadedstripe fought back. And StarClan, did he fight. The patrol had never seen anything so brave, even from their own clanmates. This young cat, barely the age of an apprentice, fought with the fire of a warrior. So after a bit of whispering among themselves, they invited him to join their clan. Tentatively, Fadedstripe agreed: he had nowhere else to go and his heart felt a strange yearning for the plains. His arrival in the SoulClan camp was met with suspicious stares, some hostile, some merely curious. Rogues weren’t a common sight on the moor and the few that did trespass were driven off. Sure, some of them thought that he might be ‘different’ from the others, but what would the leader say? And, even if he was allowed to stay, would he accept the Warrior Code? He would be trouble from the moment he came, they were sure of it. Well aware of her clan’s skepticism, the leader announced that Fadedstripe would be accepted into the clan, but gave him a warning before he could give his consent. She told him that he would have to work even harder than the clan-born apprentices to prove himself. For even though he had been formally acknowledged as a member of SoulClan, he would have to fight for his clanmates’ respect. Despite the dubious hisses aimed at him, Fadedstripe was accepted into SoulClan and apprenticed to a large ginger tom named Briarclaw. Briarclaw was a harsh mentor that expected perfect performance and obedience from his apprentice. Most cats would of shrank from such overwhelming pressure. But Fadedstripe stood up to the challenge. He met his mentor’s standards; he exceeded them. His clanmates regarded him fondly, and quite a few elders suggested that he had SoulClan blood - he was the perfect image of Ringtail, a warrior that had disappeared a half-moon before the estimated time Fadedstripe was born. This rumor spread throughout the camp, and soon the clan gave him their complete trust and respect. A few minor border scuffles and a victorious outcome later, and it wasn’t long before he was ready to become a warrior. But a sun before his planned assessment, something unthinkable happened. While in pursuit of a rabbit, Fadedstripe’s attention was pulled away from his prey when he heard a shriek of surprise and pain. Naturally, the apprentice went in search of the clamor’s source. Tentatively, Fadedstripe pushed aside a clump of ferns then gasped at what he saw: Briarclaw, his mentor, lying beneath the blood-stained claws of an AspenClan warrior. Without a moment of hesitation, Fadedstripe launched himself at the enemy warrior. Everything seemed consumed with red as the tabby used every bit of his strength to fight his opponent; to avenge his mentor’s death. The AspenClanner was already weak from his fight with Briarclaw - he didn't stand a chance. After a moment, his vision cleared and Fadedstripe flinched at the sight of the AspenClan tom, flayed and broken, lying still in front of him. He had gone too far…and yet…he felt no regret. Horrified at both himself and the death of his mentor, Fadedstripe took Briarclaw’s scruff between his jaws and carefully dragged the limp body back to camp. After telling the clan the whole story, Fadedstripe was praised for his bravery and consoled for his loss. He had never been particularly fond of his mentor, but they had known each other an awful long time. A mournful vigil for Briarclaw was soon followed by a joyful one for Fadedstripe. At last he had become a warrior! It was one of the proudest days of his life; to think, he would probably be dead, or worse, if he hadn’t left the rogues. But, in the midst of his pride, Fadedstripe swore to do his best to keep his hunger for revenge at bay. He has stayed true to his word, but can feel himself slipping. StarClan better stand by this tom’s side, or his destiny may take a turn for the worst. ((Okay, so I wrote his bio a long time ago, on a different site. It's less than perfect, and a large chunk of his personality was originally devoted to him being a deputy (which I don't think is open on this site, is it?), so it may be a bit choppy in some places)) Sample RP Nada, boss. You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[Juniper]

Accepted!